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SIFTING’s End

        way, General: although they might not be up to military standards, we
        do  follow  security  procedures  here.  Let  me  assure  you  that  the
        message  is  backed  up  on  several  remote  servers  with  access
        controlled by passwords known only to Professor South and me. It is
        getting late, and I am way too old for this much excitement. Come
        along,  Norton.  Sal,  I’m  sure  you  and  the  general  can  come  to  an
        understanding: maybe you can join the army!”
          The  professors  passed  two  checkpoints  on  their  way  out  of  the
        physical  sciences  building.  Vyelle  guided  his  colleague  along  an
        unfamiliar route to their destination.
          “Why  are  we  going  this  way,  Dorrance?    It’s  shorter  across  the
        quad.”
          “Indeed it is. But our minders don’t know that. A directional mike
        could pick up our conversation on the quad. Not here. Not between
        buildings,  especially  when  one  of  them  is  the  mechanical  unit.  Air
        conditioning  runs  all  night  here  in  the  summer.  Thank  you  for
        calming down in there. I think we’re going to make it.”
          Doctor South was puzzled.
          “Make it? Why shouldn’t we make it to the parking lot? And what
        was all that about secure backups? I didn’t know about them.”
          “I’ll say this quickly, Norton. If I hadn’t let that General know we
        had copies of the transmission he couldn’t get his hands on, our lives
        wouldn’t have been worth a dime.”
          “What!  Are they that determined to keep the contact secret? What
        about poor Sal? You didn’t include him.”
          Professor Vyelle snorted. “He’s one of them. How do you suppose
        they got here so quickly?”
          Norton  felt  his  sense  of  reality  slipping.  “So  you  knew  all  this
        would happen if SIFTING ever fulfilled its mission?”
          “Within limits. These military people flatter themselves as superior
        strategists after a few sessions at West Point studying Clausewitz and
        moving toy soldiers around. Few of them can see as far ahead as any
        pacifist chess player worth his salt. They are the servants of empire,
        and  their  mission  is  to  stifle  disorder.  Their  response  to  alien
        messages will be twofold: block their reception, destroy and distort
        them  if  any  leak  through,  even  plant  false  competitive  messages—
        while at the same time mounting a crash project to develop weaponry
        for a war in space. The first part would be aimed at the aliens as well

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